Short Eon Poems

“eons”


from archaeopteryx
to quetzal to
park pig
eon...

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Celestial, this orb
Paradise amidst such dark
Her eon voices



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love is the answer
but i thought you’d never ask~
some things you just know...

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E-njoy
O-ne
N-atal

M-essage
A-bout
R-emarkable
V-ictory

Topic: Birthday of Eon Marv (November 01) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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A bird like a pigeon or dove
will always choose food over love
They poop from their perches
On people in churches
Excluding Nun of the Above...

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E-ffulgence
O-bliterates
N-ight

M-aking
A-nother
R-adiant
V-iew

Topic: Birthday of Eon Marv (November 01) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I am you 
the splitting of two 
we shall eat our rage in small doses
now you are me 
in the mirror there’s three
three caskets covered in roses...

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Living in the Cenozoic era
Broken down for Holocene
Quaternary argues me
Hadean Eon answered
Love is science, religion smiled 
Started launching Holy Book
Planetesimal rules, interval.
Hades, Hebrew for hell...

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Strive to be remembered when you leave
This temporal existence known 
For milleniums as life
To leave a legacy
Full packed of good deeds
And comfort words
That remain
Through the
Time








1-11-2016...

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Rinsed in Styx and forged for an eon,
    I've reaped a lot than I've verily sown;
Impelled by the soul of an obstinate scion,
    I've born again to reclaim my throne.
                                        - The Fallen Tyrant...

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Willis is a ghost
The indestructable was
Arnolds shoulders have yellow and black stripe
it's a bee back
Al Pacino is in a film with the smurfs
say hello to his little friends
Neo is an anagram of one
and also eon but whatever...

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For your slain heart of wounds
Of my contrition's aching
Remorse of love's fallibility
Giving my tears
In a sad memory of my infidelity
Valley of military slumber
Eternal rows of unfinished dreams into eon

My deep regret it scarred our lives
Enveloped in the mourning mists...

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Slovak Widow On 59th Street 

		Chicago, South Side

She’s 84 
and when she stands,
everybody hears the chiropractic crack

of eon bones
and everybody tries so hard
not to look   

that half second when
the chamois’s taut 
across protractor features.


Donal Mahoney...

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           Purpose the plane lisin
              Sane light you hold
               They wish Bold it's
                 Wear it's praised
            Collective consciousness
                Turn Storm Maze
                 Truth Feeling Real
             Soundless Wish. :  :!...

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I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters....

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The sun cannot be touched they said,
They assumed it is too hot.
But what they failed to understand,
Is that I am time itself and everything decays,
And chills, by the dusk on my tender hands.


“Even the Immortal Gods have to answer to time,
And when they do Eons dusk hand shall be extended with gratitude.”...

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Neon blue in late night sky,
Earth’s most farthest cousin,
Planet god who rules the sea,
Triton best of fourteen moons,
Uper crest of frozen gas clouds,
Nebulous six rings of floating ice,
Each year equals 165 of ours! 

Written 23/05/21
Planet poetry competition
Matt Caliri sponsored...

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‘Tis true, time waits for no man, but moves swiftly along
     Age to eon, in big laps or small, time is never retrievable
          Once gone it can never be recaptured, even in song
               Moving inexorably forward into realms unbelievable.


written May 24, 2021
entered "Time" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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she was literally
a literal being of
poetic history a

true muse if ever
there was one be
cause hang on 

let the ride
begin but i
was beg

ging like a pig
eon just give
me something

scrape your plate
for scraps even
a bread crumb

then a 
camel
stepped

through
the eye of
a needle and

poof

she
gave me
everything...

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How long is a lifetime?
They say it lasts
From birth to death
But is that really true?
Mine has surely been long
Centuries, at least
Or have I been here
Just a few months?
A few moments.
It all happened so fast
Age six seems like only
Seconds have passed
Age sixty was an eon ago
Perhaps when I’m 
Dead and gone
I’ll be back
For another go...

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the beauty of your imagination;
Cultivates;
Situations settles muddy valleys;
Solar plexus eon gallys;
Alas miss your physical complexities;
Cultivates;
Imagination the beauty of your
Universe,
Leading to sadden devotions;
To laden emotions;
Solar galaxy screams
As the beauty of your galaxies gleams;
Rainbow embraces, lunar kisses...
Imaginated beauty~

4/2/19...

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A Threat

By illness hand
Which eon demand
Posed scary chase drugs can't  withstand 
Life's debt

Guilty

If false or true
Life's air don't last death's  dew 
Even though its cure rain anew
Salty

 She Lives

Even when death
Took away her dear breath 
Far the reach of distance eye drives
Scrub birth

Rest On

Darling mummy
Rest in peace having won
The race of life toasting eon 
Yummy...

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Sun sets, stars sparkle, sliver chimes tingle
Yielding to an oboe's lonely minor key pleading
Moonless sky's dark deepens, bassoons, moan
Piano notes lightly dance, stars flirt and twinkle
Harps and violas, lovely late-night companions
Over the hills cymbals clash as a flash storm rages
Neon-white flares, heralding trumpets boldly blare
Yellow-gold dawn, blue joys sing, a flute abides...

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I started an exact joke like this,
I placed a trap at her satin door;
She slept with my elder son,
and snored like a licentious whore.

I was not sure about the plan,
But laughed in a hearty flow;
They were cursed to get crammed
In throes of muggy afterglow.

The fire I lit an eon ago
May burn the house to even the score;
But as a pampered child of God
I must keep my toe in the door.





© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
January,10, 2018...

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Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon
Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons
providence a blight, hidden in questions.
Made of the aether; not of the heavens.

Coalescing tangles and connections makes.
Spinning an eon; the darkness breaks
Shadows cast in the gleaming wakes.
Gravity pulls into endless space.

Eruptive remnants of eons past
a common core of bonded ash
come together to form, at last,
a brand new cycle from circling gas....

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